If there is one thing that I inherited from my Mom, it is the love of gardening. Although our taste in plants run in different, she has a taste for decorative flora while I prefer the edible kind, we sometimes meet in the middle. We both love flowers. We love planting them. My first experience with planting flowers was when she bought me seeds for petunias and zinnias. She gave me several pots and made me plant those seeds and had me place them on top of the “defunct” barbecue pit in our old house. This experiment proved to be the birth of my green thumb. My petunias bloomed profusely. But my green thumb could not match my Mom’s. She is know to literally stick a dead twig in the ground and it will grow. Dead driftwoods (anchors for her orchids) have come to life under her care. And even my husband (then boyfriend) would bring to her his half-dead house plants for her to rescue. Which she did, by the way.
But this isn’t about my green thumb or my Mom’s green thumb. This also isn’t about our shared love for flowers.
This is about what I found in the trash…again.
The story begins with me going to my Mom’s house to pick up “paper” for shredding which would go to Adi’s “paper drive” in school. As I was going through the pile, I chanced upon a sheet of yellow pad paper that had a masterpiece neatly written on it.
The piece was written by my Mom. Yes, she writes too and has in fact expressed her desire to go back to writing.
It’s a pretty lengthy piece. I have to commend my Mom for being so diligent in handwriting it. I can’t, for the love of me, imagine writing a piece today unless I do it on the computer.
My Mom’s masterpiece goes live tomorrow…in another post.
Sometime last month, my 72-year old mother asked me to accompany her to an eye specialist to have her eyes checked. Apparently, she was having a bit of blurred vision on her left side. We’ve been trying to convince her for the longest time to get Lasik surgery done on her eyes so she could see better. Up until last month, she was hesitant saying that she wasn’t having any trouble at all.
As I was saying, she asked to see an eye doctor for a check up. I brought her and they did a routine check. But her check up came out ok. For a 72-year old, she had small cataracts and did not require surgery. She only needed new glasses. Then what happened next frightened me.
The eye doctor suggested we go see a neurologist because he suspected that my moth er had a mild stroke.
Fast forward to a yesterday. After a series of tests involving MRI’s, carotid scans, ekg machines, and halters…it was determined that my Mom had partially clogged carotids and had a mild stroke on the right side of her brain.
To say that I was in a state of panic is an understatement. Maybe it didn’t seem obvious but I was shit-scared. I wanted my Mom to be ok. I didn’t want anything bad to happen to her. I lost my dad prematurely 5 years ago. I don’t want that to happen to my Mom…not now…not yet.
Luckily, her doctors agreed that her condition did not require any form of surgery. Just some lifestyle changes. No more smoking. Less stress. Medications. And no more daredevil driving of her golf cart “Lola Machine.”
She seems to be taking it well, to be honest. I’m glad she’s ok. And I’m determined to help her be ok..no matter what.
In 2 more weeks my kids are going back to school. This time around, things will be different. It will be the first year that I will have almost the entire day to myself. This will be the first year that BOTH kids go to school for an entire day. My problem, what to do.
I’ve pretty much been able to manage my time with only half a day all to myself. What with at least one kid being done with school before lunch. But since now they both get out of school in the afternoon, that leaves me with so much time on my hands.
First thing, I enrolled at the gym again. I signed up for personal training sessions to better tune my workouts. I plan to do this right after I drop them off. I’m still deliberating on whether I should do yoga again…that can come later.
Then I also plan to take some courses. I still can’t think of what to take at the moment but that definitely is in the works. I also am thinking of taking some courses offered at an online university which will mean I can do this in the comforts of my home.
Eventually I also want to start another business. When the kids are able to really fend for themselves then that would be the right time. Besides, that’s what the hubby and I agreed on. At the moment, the kids still take center stage and until then they still have my undivided attention…except when I’m on my “me-time”.
The recent outbreak of dengue is all over the news. To date there have been several thousand recorded cases and this number could rise since the rainy season is far from over.
I know for a fact that this is true. When Adi was confined for suspected dengue, the hospital was popping at the seams with similar cases as well as confirmed dengue cases. I overheard from one of the nurses that they were even going to transform several V.I.P. suites into dengue wards to accommodate all the patients they would be treating.
Lucky for us, Adi was negative for the dreaded disease. It was a case of pneumonia.
But since we all got a pretty good scare, as soon as we got home I started anti-dengueing the house.
First things first. Cleaning. We made sure that the house was clean, inside and out. Especially outside where the mosquitoes tend to congregate. I had several boxes of disposables thrown away just to be sure.
Then I whipped out a long time nemesis of mosquitoes….good ‘ole katol….in floral scent at that.
On any given day we light up at least 4 coils and spread them all over the house. Then we turn on the fan to circulate the fragrant smoke. Never mind that we normally end up like we had just indulged in some Romeo cigars. At least our house has been mosquito free since then.
But to be honest, I love the smell of Katol…on a mild scale. Reminds me of my Lola for some reason.
How do you keep dengue at bay?
Sleep is one of the most important needs of the body….especially for children. Scientific studies have shown a direct correlation between sleep and growth. Therefore, more sleep…more growth.
As a mother, I have put prime importance on sleep so much so that I started training my kids to “sleep properly” as soon as they were born. Truth be told, I have never experienced any difficulties in putting my kids to sleep. They love to sleep and their size can attest to the fact that they are true products of good sleep.
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